A dream.
Ophelia was aware that her current situation was a dream.
That wasn't particularly difficult for a mage of the sixth tier or higher.
She also knew when this dream was taking place.
There weren't many occasions when Elena de Briniere, ‘Light's Sword,’ was genuinely as enraged as she was now.
Elena opened her mouth with blood and scraps of flesh smeared across her face and body.
There had only been a few times when Elena's eyes had sunk into such dark depths.
She was certain this dream captured the moment immediately after they had cleared the Hard-difficulty 66th floor.
“Was I wrong, Ophelia.”
[Great Mage]...
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